Page 7 of Morally Gray Daddies

Gio had no idea how lucky he was that I recognized his cologne when he put his hand over my mouth. He’d almost gotten a bloody nose, followed by a bullet to the chest for his troubles.

I didn’t know what he was doing here. He never showed up on nights when I actually stayed in. Shoot… unless he had been, and I’d slept through it, thinking I was safe? He’d certainly never touched me before.

Was I dreaming?

Everything felt so surreal, I wasn’t sure.

He felt real.

His lips on mine felt real.

His hand on my breast, tweaking and teasing my nipple, sent a current of sensation through me.

Reaching up, I wrapped my arms around his neck and felt his groan against my lips.

That felt real, too.

What am I doing?

Simple answer—I didn’t know. I was in uncharted territory, and the desire, the sensations coursing through me, were sweeping me away. Sensible Clara had been pushed aside, knocked off-kilter by the shock of having Gio in my room while I was sleeping. If that hadn’t been enough, the way he was touching me would have done it.

My entire body was aflame with need.

Having a man touch me was entirely different from touching myself. I didn’t know what he was going to do next. I didn’t know how firm the touch was going to be. I didn’t know how far he was going to push this.

How far I was going to let him push this.

Whimpering against his lips, I writhed as he pinched my nipple, my thighs pressing together against the growing ache between them. The movement shifted the sheets, shifted my nightgown, and the next thing I knew, cool air hit my legs as Gio pushed both away.

He’s going to…

I pushed at his chest, somehow managing to get enough leverage to push his mouth off of mine.

“Wait…”

“No.” That was all he said before his lips covered mine again, his hand pushing between my thighs. It wasn’t his hand I was worried about being there, and I found my desire to protest waning again as his fingers touched my slick, swollen center. If his touch on my breast had been overwhelming, feeling the callused tips of his fingers against my most sensitive flesh had me drowning in sensation.

They circled my clit, teasing me, arousing me, then slipped lower, parting my folds. I cried out, the sound muffled against his lips, as a rush of pleasure tingled through me. His tongue swept into my mouth, claiming the space as if he owned it… owned me. I was going to climax shamefully quick against his hand, his weight leaning over the top of me, keeping me pinned to the bed as his fingers found my entrance and pushed in.

I had been right. They were much thicker than my fingers, stretching me open, the insertion stinging even as my pleasure climbed higher. My muscles clamped down around him as his fingers pushed deeper, and my grip on his neck tightened, pulling him against me as I struggled to adjust to both the sensations and the way he filled me.

He lifted his lips just enough to hear my breathless cry.

“Gio!”

Fingers thrust into me, his hand rubbing against my clit.

“Call me ‘Daddy’.”

I was a wicked, sinful girl; my muscles clenched around him again at his demand.

“Daddy!”

Too loud, I was too loud, but I couldn’t help myself as my ecstasy spilled over, his fingers moving inside me, his hand rubbing against me. I barely had the one cry out before his lips were on mine again, muffling any other sounds I might have made as I writhed for him. I was utterly insensible as wave after wave of erotic bliss crashed over me, far more intense than any orgasm I’d ever been able to give myself.

It went on and on, his fingers still moving, forcing me to greater heights until the stimulation became too much, and I started to struggle to get away. Even then, he didn’t release me. Instead, his hand pinned me down, his palm pressing hard against my mound while his fingers kept working me. I sobbed the overload of ecstasy against his mouth as tears trickled down the sides of my face and into my hair. My nails dug into the back of his neck—not that he seemed to notice or care.

Only when I was utterly and totally wrung out, limply quivering from his ministrations, did he finally stop and withdraw. I lay on my back on the bed, staring up at him as he pulled his fingers free from my pussy. Still leaning over me, though not as close as he had been before, he put his fingers to his mouth and licked the cream from them.

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